Luke had the best day at Dell since we arrived last Tuesday. Praise GOD for that little dash of miraculousness.
He lost all sorts of bling today: O2 tube, catheter and we turned off his epidural. Tomorrow morning, they’ll pull the line and he will be nearly pain meds free. It was so nice to see his cute little face without anything attached to it but a big ‘ol Texas grin.
I finally saw old Luke. Boy, that was nice.
He didn’t make me any diapers, but he did let out some toots. Here’s hoping we can do a better job – of both – tomorrow. And, he did start feeds. We began with about a half ounce every four hours. The three feeds that went like that, via bottle, didn’t go super great. So, we switched to direct breast feeding. He remembered how to latch and did great. Unfortunately, five minutes later he spit up quite a bit.
I freaked out and had the nurse call the surgeon on call.
We decided to nurse less and I pump before I nurse. We’ll see how that goes tomorrow.
Luke had some really special visitors today, his Godfather, Fr. Dean, Fr. Mike and the Dominican Sisters all stopped in to love on Luke. The nurses must think we have a Pope-in-training in this room 🙂 Seriously, though, each visit brought about some precious time and reflection. Fr. Dean and Fr. Mike are such sensitive souls. It’s not often that the sight of a baby makes a priest tear up… It was in those moments that I was able to see the powerful effect our little Luke has on others. And I felt blessed. Then, Sr. Maria Gemma and Sr. Elizabeth Ann popped in our room. It felt a bit like a rush of the Holy Spirit. Scott and I reminded them that the last time they came to visit Luke at the hospital, we were discharged two days later! Oh those sisters and their shining light are awesome. We are honored to call them friends. Their sweet nature, loving touch and bright faces as they talked to Luke quite nearly took my breath away.
An unexpected visit from my brother last night around 11 was such a welcome sight. The evenings are definitely the hardest around here. Lonely, really. We had a chance to visit about Granny’s funeral service, life as a Dad, Luke and all sorts of stuff in between. Daniel, you made my night. Truly, truly.
So, we gear up for Tuesday. I’m so hopeful that our days at Dell might be significantly numbered and we may bust out of this joint on Wednesday. That all depends on Master Luke and how he tolerates his feeds and how well he does when we wean him off the last bit of pain meds. Offer up what you’ve got folks. Dell is no place to raise a family 🙂
I often wonder if this hypersensitivity, this worry, this feeling that I’m a first-time Mom again will ever subside. I joked to Dr. Meyer this morning that we’re done with him. For reals. He can’t cut on Luke anymore. And I meant it people.
Alrighty…day 8 here we come.